#anaintrulogical

    Virgil’s jaw unclenched as the minutes passed by in blissful peace. His aching muscles sank into the mattress with a heaviness that made the rest of the world seem to disappear around him.  Hours could have passed, or perhaps it was just a few short minutes, when a warm body slipped into the bed beside him. He felt the familiar tingling of Logan’s touch as his partner wrapped an arm around his waist, spooning him from behind as Virgil’s eyes started to flutter open.

    “I wish I did not have to disturb your peace, but your breakfast is going to grow cold if I allow you to rest for much longer.”

    Virgil felt his thoughts start to churn in his head as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. His muscles automatically tensed as he started to sort through his recent memories and images of Remy and the twins flashed through his mind.

    “Before you let your mind run loose on you, know that your two boys are in the other room.” Logan’s voice was calm as he absently ran his thumb across Virgil’s stomach. “They are safe and enjoying a warm meal and they assured me they would call for us if the need arises.”

    “Logan.”

    “Be gentle with yourself, dear.” Logan’s hand rested on Virgil’s hip as he pressed a gentle kiss on Virgil’s shoulder. “There is no need to panic. Your family is safe, and you can take whatever time you need to rise.”

    His confusion turned to guilt as he opened his eyes and turned over his shoulder toward his soulmate. It wasn’t until he stared into the soft look in Logan’s eyes that he noticed the sound of Thomas and Emile’s voices carry down the hall and all the memories of the previous night came rushing back. His shoulders tensed as he leaned back into Logan, his voice small as the icy feeling of shock settled across his chest. “I can't believe they’re here.”

    “My shock may rival your own.” Logan’s hand squeezed gently around Virgil’s waist as his soulmate pulled him closer. His skin tingled as their connection blurred between them as Virgil leaned his back into Logan’s chest, staring at the flickering light as guilt twisted in his stomach. “You never said anything about a family.”

    “I know, Lo.” Virgil bit down on his lip to stop his voice from trembling. “I'm so sorry. I would’ve told you eventually, but—”

    “Save your breath, love.” Logan’s eyes were a soft, silvery grey as he slid back a few inches, gently easing Virgil’s shoulder back until Virgil rolled over to face him. The patient expression on Logan’s face never faltered as he rested his head on the pillow, his usually pristine sandy-brown hair mussed the most beautiful show of imperfection. “There is no reason for you to apologize.”

    Virgil closed his eyes as Logan took his hand. His soulmate placed tender kisses on Virgil’s knuckles in a warm display of reassurance as Virgil stumbled through his words. “I swear I wanted to tell you and Remus.”

    “What information you choose to share with Remus and myself is entirely up to you, Virgil. Being our soulmate does not entitle us to any part of your life that you are not enthusiastically willingly to share.” Logan whispered as he squeezed Virgil’s hand. They shared a moment of silence as Virgil nodded stiffly, still weary from sleep. “Though I admit, I am grateful that you no longer have to bear this burden on your own.”

    Virgil let his shoulders drop as Logan’s feather-light touches moved across his body as the selkie traced invisible patterns on his arms and chest. The hypnotic movements drew Virgil into a trance-like state of relaxation as Logan realigned the energy in his body. He felt centered and present, almost willing to let his anxiety drop away until the sound of a small cough drew his attention toward the hallway.

    The sleep weighing down on his body vanished as he started to rise from the bed. He felt guilty as he turned away from Logan, curling up off the bed to cross the room. His mind raced as he dashed into the other room, hissing as the bright light burned his eyes. He adjusted quickly to the light as Emile’s eyes flashed in his direction, full of worry as he hovered protectively over Thomas.

    “Vee—”

    “Lean back, Em. We don’t want to crowd him.” Virgil crossed the room in two strides, raising a hand to Thomas’ back as he knelt next to him. “Thomas, kiddo. Are you okay?”

    “M’hmm.” Thomas face was red with strain as the kid sucked in a breath, a few weak coughs sputtering out as he caught his breath. “M’fine.”

    Virgil blinked. “Did you choke?”

    Thomas managed a stiff nod as he crossed his arms over his chest. Exhaustion clouded his eyes, but Virgil was able to let out a breath of relief as the kid settled back. He was tired and his breathing was still shallow, but Virgil had been around them for long enough to know the kid would be fine.

    “You scared me, kid. How many times have I told you to chew your food?”

    “I was, but Emile made me laugh!”

    “Did not!”

    “Did too!” Thomas' voice was gravelly as he squirmed up onto his knees to point at his brother. “He made a face—”

    “Thomas, don’t—”

    Virgil lifted his hand to stop Thomas as he started to lean across the table. He could barely suppress a smirk as the kid planted his hand flat on his plate with a squish. The kid’s face was priceless as he lifted his hand out of the unrecognizable mash of orange vegetables. His shock mixed with an expression of the purest disgust a seven-year old could possibly muster.

    “Ew.”

    “This is why you always have sticky fingers.” Virgil shook his head as he reached for a piece of cloth to help clean Thomas' hand. “Here, let me help.”

    “Nuh-uh,” Thomas stared at his hand, his mouth contorting with disgust as Virgil cleaned between his fingers.  “You always said Remy had sticky fingers, not me.”

    “Remy has a different kind of sticky fingers, Thomas.” Virgil muttered, half under his breath as he released the kid’s hand. “The kind that inevitably mean I need to bail him out of trouble.”

    “What does that mean?”

    Virgil tipped his head up to see both boys staring at him. A burning curiosity shined bright in their eyes as they eagerly waited for him to explain. The exhaustion of trying to answer all the twin’s questions weighed heavy on his shoulders as he slumped back in his chair, looking up over his shoulder as a familiar shadow approached.

    “Yes, dear.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest as he dropped into the chair next to Virgil. The soft look in his soulmate’s eyes carried a certain knowledge that made Virgil’s stomach turn. “Tell us what that means.”

    Virgil’s face flushed as Logan’s silver eyes focused on him. “Remy tends to make a mess of things sometimes.”

     Logan raised a curious eyebrow at him. “And he does this by acquiring certain items in a less than savory manner?”

    “It’s not what you think, Lo.” Virgil’s eyes dropped to the spotted pelt tucked tightly around Logan’s shoulders. “Even on his worst days, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

    “Remus and I trust you, Virgil.” Logan’s deep voice kept its usual patient tone as his hand came to rest on Virgil’s knee. “We will continue to err on the side of caution, but there in no ulterior motive behind my questions. Any questions I ask are solely for the purpose of getting to know our guests.”

    “I don’t get it, Vee. Why is Remy sticky?”

    Virgil turned to Emile as the kid prodded at his elbow. The kid had stopped picking at his food to stare up at him, his unblinking gaze enraptured by the small bits of information Virgil was managing to mumble before yawning again. “You’ve met your brother, Em. Everything about him is sticky.”

    “But what—”

    “Just eat your food, kid.” Virgil felt a pang of guilt as he pressed a finger to his temple. He could see disappointment fill Emile’s eyes as the dull ache in his skull started to throb. “Hold your questions until later.”

    “Okay."

    The disappointment was palpable in Emile’s voice as he slipped back in his chair and resumed dejectedly poking at the bits of food on his plate. The sight was enough to make Virgil’s stomach sink. The kid had gotten too used to adults dismissing his needs and spending their energy taking care of Thomas.

    It wasn’t fair.

    “Later, I promise. Once I wake up a little, I've got all kinds of new things to show you.” Virgil leaned forward to rest his elbows on the edge of the table and look into Emile’s eyes. “Hey, do you remember the jeweler down the street from your brother’s house?”

    Emile’s eyes filled with a cautious amount of curiosity as he lifted his head and nodded.

    “They've got gems here as big as your hand.” Virgil felt a wave of warmth as Emile leaned forward in his chair. “And they right out of the ground!”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah,” Virgil smirked as Emile’s hesitation melted into curiosity. “The biggest and shiniest collections of gems you ever did see.”

    “Can we go see them after breakfast?”

    Virgil’s certainty faltered as Logan moved in his periphery. He turned his head to watch the selkie shift his weight in his seat, staring thoughtfully at the kid for a moment before he noticed Virgil watching him. Logan’s eyes softened as he settled in place, reassuring Virgil with a cautious smile as he slowly turned back to Emile.

    “It’ll have to wait, kiddo. I have to talk with Logan before I know if that’ll be okay.”

    Emile blinked slowly. His eyes drifted from Virgil to the selkie next to him. “Are you Logan?”

    “That is correct, young one.”

    Logan's lip curled into a smile he rested his elbows on the table next to Virgil. He waited patiently, a quiet amusement growing in his eyes as he watched the gears begin to turn in the kid’s head. Emile’s eyes flitted to Virgil and back to Logan before dropping his gaze to the pile of vegetables and eggs on his plate.

    “Okay.”

    The kid sank abruptly back into his chair and picked up his fork, metal clinking against metal as he began to shove food his mouth, clearing even the mushy, orange root vegetables Logan hadn’t expected the children to touch. At this point, he added them to Patton’s plate merely as a symbolic attempt to diversify the child’s palette. Seeing Emile clear his plate without a single word was so unexpected, Logan couldn’t help but stare in disbelief.

    “Love, what is happening?”

    “He thinks you'll say yes if he eats it all.”

    Logan blinked as Thomas’ mumbling drew his attention from Emile. He watched the kid shrug as he used his own fork to quarantine his vegetables to the corner of his plate.

    “No, I don’t!”

    “Do too!”

    Virgil sighed as he gestured for Emile to ease back in his seat and stop bickering with his brother. “It doesn’t matter what Logan decides, because Thomas still has to eat his carrots too.”

    Thomas groaned as he crossed his arms across his chest, staring down at the orange mash with disdain. “Just because they're orange doesn’t make them carrots.”

    “I see.” Logan whispered as watched Emile settled back into his chair. He seemed to be considering his words carefully as he leaned closer to speak to the boy. “Emile, may I ask you something?”

    Emile stopped fidgeting with the spoon in his hand before nodding at Logan.

    “What is that you would like to see the most?”

    “The crystal gems.”

    Logan pursed his lips. He had to stifle a chuckle as he addressed the child with a seriousness in his tone. “Come again?”

    “The crystal gems! Like in the pearl store!”

    Blinking slowly, Logan leaned closer his soulmate. “Virgil, explain please.”

    “Pearls of Wisdom was the crystal shop in the lower town, near where they lived.”  Virgil whispered absently as he watched the intense look of focus in Logan’s eyes. He was fascinated by the attention he was giving Emile, speaking with the seriousness of an adult and giving the kid his full attention. “They sold uncut stones and jewelry to the town’s citizens, mostly to working class people but even the nobility had an obsession with their collection.”

    Logan furrowed his brow as he tipped his eyes to Virgil. “Were pearls one of their primary wares?”

    “No. They never had a single pearl in that shop as far as I can tell.”

    “Then, why was their name—”

    “Logan, focus."

    “Right. Thank you, dear.” Logan held up a finger. He still visibly preoccupied with the paradox Virgil had presented to him, but he seemed to force himself to focus. Clearing his throat to hide his smile, Logan’s disarming charisma melted away Emile’s shyness, capturing his attention as he intertwined his fingers in a show of deliberation. “So, Emile. I've considered your request to see the ‘crystal gems’, and given my experience with one particularly willful child, I can recognize you have offered considerable sacrifice in finishing your vegetables."

    Virgil couldn’t help but smirk as Emile waited Logan with bated breath. He was total enraptured with the selkie’s words. Even Thomas had raised his eyes from his plate, watching Logan with a cautious curiosity.

    “I have decided that this is an offering worthy of the reward of being allowed to see the gems.”

    “Yes!”

    “What?!” Thomas’ mouth dropped open. “No way!”

    “Relax, Tommy boy.” Virgil teased at the look of disbelief in Thomas' eyes. “I'm sure you can go too if you finish your food.”

    Thomas' expression fell slightly as he eyed the pile of orange mash in the corner of his plate. “But—”

    “If the texture bothers you, I’ll let it slide.” Virgil offered, feeling a pang of guilt at the sudden wave of relief that washed over the kid’s expression. “but you have to double up on something else. Okay?”

    “Okay!”

    “That’s not fair!” Emile grumbled as Thomas happily served himself another egg and a bit of another dish Virgil didn’t recognize. “I had to finish mine.”

    “You did good, but you know certain textures don’t sit well with Thomas.” Virgil’s tough expression softened as the kid clamped his mouth shut, clearly upset. “But tell you what, Em. Next time you don’t want to eat something, I’ll give you the same deal. Okay?”

    Virgil paused as he extended his hand over to Emile, pinkie extended as he offered the promise. The kid still looked a bit put out as he stared at Virgil’s hand, but his eyes lingered, entirely lured by the thrill of a pinkie promise.

    “Okay.” Emile's reluctance waned quickly as he made his decision. He smiled as he leaned forward to hook his tiny pinkie finger around Virgil and his voice grew bubbly again as he smiled up at Virgil. “Can we go now?”

    “Patience, kiddo.” Virgil smirked at the kid as he spared a glance back at Logan. His soulmate’s eyes had filled with warmth as he watched Virgil’s interaction with Emile. “At least give Thomas a chance to finish his food without choking.”

    “In all fairness, love. We may need to wait a little longer.” Logan's reassuring smile widened as Emile’s face scrunched into a pout. He leaned forward, gently resting a hand on Virgil’s leg as he whispered in his ear. “I do believe your friend will probably require your attention before we bring the boys anywhere.”

    “Remy?”

    Virgil’s heart skipped a beat. His skin tingled as Logan’s thumb stroked his knee in an attempt to soothe his sudden growing anxiety.

    “He's okay, Virgil.”

    A familiar chill crept across Virgil’s hands as he stared at the ground. “Where is he?”

    “Remus is watching over him in the next room.”

    “He’s alone with Remus?”

    “Take a breath, dear.” Logan's eye flitted to the anxiety in Virgil’s eyes. “In our interactions with your friend last night, his instinct was to get defensive with my attempts to reason with him so we decided Remus would be more equipped to handle him should he wake before you.”

    “Logan, he can’t wake up with a stranger.” Virgil tensed to rise out of his seat. “If the boys are gone, he’s going to panic.”

    “I’m sorry, love. I did not intend to give you reason to worry.” Logan’s hand reached to the back of his neck, but Virgil’s eyes were out of focus. His mind raced as he eyed the doorway, but Logan’s voice guided his attention back. “Boys, do you mind if we take a moment in the hall?”

    Virgil was vaguely aware of Thomas and Emile’s nodding in his periphery as Logan’s hand closed around his wrist and his soulmate eased him up out of his seat. “I can’t just leave them.”

    “We are only going into the hallway, dear.” Logan hand curled around Virgil’s waist as he looked back at the twins. “Thomas and Emile will call for us if they need anything. Right?”

    “Yeah.”

    The twins mumbled their affirmations as Virgil looked up at them. He couldn’t deny that they looked like they felt safe, aside from the worried looks they were shooting his way. Not to mention, he doubted Thomas would shy away from asking him to stay if he was truly uncomfortable. Virgil smirked. At some point, maybe Logan’s easy attempts to make people feel at ease would stop surprising him.

    “They are safe.”

    “Fine, I’m coming.” Virgil smirked as he mussed Thomas’ hair. “Seriously though, I’m not going far so yell if you need anything.”

    “We will, Vee.”

    “Thanks, Em.”

    Virgil felt the panic in the chest lull to a distant roar as Logan’s fingers curled around his own and his soulmate pulled him toward the hall. His body felt heavy as they slipped into the tunnel, out of sight of the boys. Everything had happened last night had happened so fast. He’d hardly had a moment to process any of it.

    In the last few weeks, the fog of guilt in his mind had started to lift but finding Remy and the boys on the beach had brought on a whole new wave of conflicting feelings to brew in his mind like a storm. Even the family of selkie’s hadn’t been spared from his rotten luck. They were being forced to be cautious in their own home because of him

    “Whatever self-destructive thoughts your mind is conjuring at the present do not represent the truth of the situation.”

    “How do you know?”

    “You will never be a burden to us, Virgil. Your family is safe with us here and we are happy to make the space to accommodate them.”

    Virgil let out a sigh as they rounded the corner, and they stepped out of sight of the twins. The crushing weight of guilt suddenly felt heavier as he let his façade of strength drop. “How can you be so sure of that?”

    “Forgive me, love. But first, I would like to make an adjustment to the physical positioning of our conversation.”

    “Wha—Hey!”

    A hand gently muffled his surprised yelp as Virgil was lifted off the ground and suddenly found himself perched on Logan’s hips. His legs wrapped automatically around Logan’s thighs as he caught his balance. Heat rushed to his cheeks as Logan turned his body, so Virgil’s back pressed into the wall, supported by his soulmate’s strength as the familiar tingling spread across his body. He had to stop himself from letting out an undignified sound as Logan moved his hands from his lips.

    “Logan, what—”

    “I have noted several details about your mannerisms that have proved useful.” Logan raised a hand to Virgil’s jaw with a gentle smirk. “The first of which is that flustering you is often the quickest way for me to disrupt your mental spiral.”

    “That’s a dirty trick.”

    “In more ways than one.” Logan’s voice chuckled softly as he leaned closer to Virgil’s face. “Focus on my touch and I will lighten the burden of shame you carry, love.”

    “I abandoned them.”

    “You were forced to flee a dangerous situation to survive.” Logan reached a hand to wipe the tears falling from Virgil’s cheek. “You snuck aboard that boat because your employer was ready to sacrifice your life for their illicit businesses. If you had remained where you were, you would have been imprisoned or worse.”

    “Yeah, well. I didn’t try to go back for them either.”

    “You needed time to heal, Virgil. You could not reasonably expect to help them until you had recovered from your injuries.” Logan’s eyes glistened with sympathy as he tucked a loose lock of hair over Virgil’s ear. “And I am not referring solely to your physical ailments. Your mental and emotional well-being needed time to recover as well.”

    “That ship they were on was moving humans, Lo.” Virgil whispered breathlessly as Logan’s forehead rested on his own. “They’re kids, but they would have been separated and sold like animals.”

    “What is important is that they are here now. You can’t worry about what might have happened.”

    “They deserved to be protected.”

    “They will be.”

    Virgil’s hands felt clammy as he lifted his head to look into Logan’s eyes. “But what it they hadn’t landed here? What if—"

    “We can only make the best of what knowledge we have in the moment.” Logan reassured him. “The future is not knowable to us in any certainty.”

    “You don’t understand.”

    “On the contrary, I understand all too well.”

    Virgil lifted his head as he felt a shift in Logan’s voice. His hands fell to Logan’s waist as he tightened the grip of his legs around Logan’s hips. A silence fell over them, but Virgil held his tongue and waited for Logan to explain.

    “I have never said any of this out loud.” Logan’s voice dropped. “So, forgive me if I take my time bring my thoughts together.”

    “Of course, Lo.”

    “You know already that I made the choice to help the woman who stole my pelt. Entirely by chance, we met on the beach during one of the few times of the celestial calendar that selkies are allowed to walk on land inhabited by humans.” Logan took a deep breath as he curled a hand under Virgil’s tailbone and held him close. “She was injured and seemed to need assistance, but my negligence of the rules ultimately changed not only my life but the lives of my family as well.”

    “That’s not your fault, Logan.”

    “I know that now, love.” Logan smiled sadly as he raised a hand to Virgil’s cheek. Their bodies remained deeply intertwined as the line separating their emotions began to blur. “Rest assured, even then, my guilt did not come from that one moment of misjudgment.”

    “Then why—"

    “Ultimately, my guilt was born in the knowledge that I was not the only one who had to live with the consequences of my decision.” Logan swallowed as his thumb absently massaged circles on Virgil’s thigh. “I returned to my pod with a tiny, crying Patton in my arms and neither the energy nor the willpower to care for him properly. Remus and Roman gave up the only home they’d ever known to come and care for us when our pod refused to accept me back.”

    Virgil blinked as he watched the storm of emotions brewing in Logan’s eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to interrupt, but slowly, he raised his hands to wrap around Logan’s neck. His thumb brushed across his partner’s cheek in a gentle show of support as Logan’s tension melted into an appreciative smile.  

    “For our kind, raising a child is a community effort but Roman and Janus took on far more of a role in Patton’s life than I ever would have asked of them.” Logan leaned his face into Virgil’s hand as he took a breath. “The years of abuse I suffered at the hands of that woman may have been a blur in my mind, but my body remembered. For too long, all of my willpower would often be consumed by the effort it took to simply get out of bed, so Janus and Roman raised Patton when I could barely bring myself to look at him.”

    “I’m so sorry, Lo.”

    “I know my reaction sounds awful and unkind, but I was not in a position where I could simply change my thoughts.” Logan whispered with a timid smile, his voice wavering as Virgil stared at him. “Thankfully, through my family’s unconditional love and support, I was never in a position where I would have taken my feelings out on a child. Patton had all the support he could have asked for, and I had a chance to heal and interact with him in small, positive ways until I was feeling more like myself again.”

    Virgil pursed his lips as he glanced back at the door, listening to Thomas and Emile’s voices as they chatted in the other room.

    “I understand the guilt you feel in seeing those two sweet boys.” Logan whispered as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Virgil’s forehead. His body lingered close to the warm heat of Virgil’s chest as his smile curled in a look of absolute adoration for his human soulmate. “You overextended yourself and endured mistreatment at the hands of your master to give them a life free from insecurity, but that drive has come at the cost of sacrificing your own needs and desires.”

    “And here I was thinking Janus was supposed to be the mind-reader in your family.”

    An amused chuckle escaped Logan’s throat as he leaned closer to press a sweet, deep kiss to Virgil’s lips. The gentle touch sent pleasant chills down Virgil’s body as his tension melted away. His thighs squeezed around Logan’s hips as Logan leaned into him, pressing him against the wall in a moment of tenderness. The pleasurable sensations tingled across Virgil’s body were dizzying, washing away his anxiety and leaving behind only the warm feeling of their love for each other radiating across their mental connection.

    “You deserve to have the time and space you need to heal, Virgil.” Logan’s breath lingered on Virgil’s lips as he held him tightly. “I understand that you have some matters to resolve with your friend but know that Remus and I want to support you in a way that allows you to have a relationship with them without disregarding yourself in the process.”

    “Thank you, Lo.”

    “Of course, dear.” Logan smiled as he lowered Virgil’s legs to the ground. He took Virgil’s hand from his neck with a soft smile, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before nodding toward the end of the hall. “Your friend in the room at the end of the hall. If you want to go see him, he should be waking up soon.”

    “You’ll keep an eye on them?”

    “Of course. They’re good boys.” Logan whispered with a soft smile. “I can watch them for as long as you need, and Remus will be there to assist with your friend if the need arises.”

    “That sounds good.” Virgil chewed on his lip. “I’m glad one of you will be around anyway.”

    “Virgil, wait.” Logan reached out to catch his arm as he started to turn away. He hesitated a moment as he looked at the tired look in Virgil’s eyes. “You are not afraid this man will hurt you. Are you?”

    “No. Remy’s a hothead, but he’s not the kind of guy to get violent.” Virgil waved away Logan’s concern with a tired smirk. “Even it wasn’t my fault, I left him with two kids and no help, so I’m sure I’m going to get an earful about bailing on him.”

    Logan’s expression softened. “Our hospitality extends to him as well, Virgil. Hopefully with that knowledge, your friend will be able to leave his hurt in the past.”

    “I appreciate it, Lo. More than I can say.”

    Virgil’s face flushed as he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned down the hall. Thomas and Emile’s laughter echoed on the stonewalls as Logan’s footsteps disappeared into the room to settle them. It was strange now. He’d spent so hours worrying about them since landing on this island that knowing they were safe and happy still felt foreign, especially since he still had concerns about the ship they’d been on.

    Remy would know.

    The torchlight flickered as the corridor opened in front of him, and he stopped in front of the next door. A sigh dropped from his lips as he continued into the room. He’d have to ask if Remy, if he would even let him get a word in edgewise.

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"Please Remus! He needs to move on from me. I have Janus now, and Patton always hitting on me is making us both uncomfortable." Remus frowned, but he had to admit, Patton is cute, and he might have a little crush. He shrugs, "Fine, I'll ask him on a date." Roman smiles, "Thank you! Now, I gotta go pick up Janus from work." Remus waves his twin a goodbye and pulls out his phone. 'Hey, patty daddy, wanna go on a date?' The reply was fast, 'Uh, sure?' They work out a time and location and Remus goes to get ready. "What do I have that's date-worthy? Whatever, it doesn't matter." He puts on a green hoodie and short shorts with fishnet stockings. Just slutty enough for him, just modest enough for Patton. He slips on some shoes and leaves, heading to the cafe they agreed to meet at.

He arrives a bit early at the cafe, so he waits. And waits. And waits. And waits. An hour past the time they agreed to meet up. The bell above the door rings, but looking up, it's not Patton. It is, however, two very attractive guys. One wears a purple hoodie and skinny jeans, and the other a black polo with a loose blue tie, blue jeans, and glasses. They make their way over to Remus and he panics a little. "Sorry, did we keep you waiting long? We couldn't find our way." Remus raises and eyebrow at the glasses' question and the emo leans in to whisper, "We were at the bookshop across the street and noticed you were here for a long time." Remus' face fills with relief, "Thank you so much." Glasses smiles, "I'm Logan. This is Virgil." Virgil waves, "So what happened here?" Remus' eyes shifted to the table, "I got stood up." "Damn. Their loss, you're cute." Remus reddens at Virgil's compliment and Logan nods in agreement. "Would you like us to leave?" Remus shakes his head, "No, actually, could you stay for a bit? Maybe we could talk?" "Okay."